If you have stopped by this wee site recently then you'll be aware that a film I wrote, produced and directed was nominated in the best sport programme category for a Royal Television Society award. You'll also know that the ceremony was being held in Glasgow on the 20th of May. What happened you ask? Well, Jock… Continue reading The Royal Television Society awards, #JockStein and woo hoo!
Thursday was a massive day. The second edition of my novel, The Birds That Never Flew, was launched at Waterstones in Glasgow and the event was quite beautiful. Despite my apprehension that no-one would turn up (fanny!) the venue was bustling with people; family, friends, fellow writers and Thunderpoint novelists and even a few folk just interested to… Continue reading As my wee birds fly the Scottish nation nests in yellow…
I haven't as yet read A Decent Ride, Irvine Welsh's new novel, but it was more than decent listening to him read, or more appropriately perform, several scenes at the Aye Write festival on Friday night. We all know Irvine Welsh is a phenomenal talent. And not just as a writer. During the referendum he regularly appeared on… Continue reading Aye Write; the Scottishness of Welsh, Dolan & Cleeves
Recently I received a tweet from Rebecca Monks who writes for The List Magazine, asking me if I could tell her my favourite book, and why, for an article she was compiling for The List in advance of World Book Night. I was able to respond immediately because I am very firm in my thinking. My… Continue reading favourite reads, favourite writers
Laura Montgomery and Carol Anne Stewart are the founders of Glasgow City FC, the most dominant force in Scottish women's football. In 1998, fed up with the lack of facilities, faith and foundation on which women's football was floundering they decided to create their own club. (The environment was sexist, discriminatory and for the most… Continue reading There’s no “you cannae do that” here..
It was my birthday yesterday. A time, I suppose, for reflection, but given I do plenty of thinking most days it's not really a day for revelation. The days of the past are with me all the time, in colours, hanging around my shoulders like a gregarious puff of smoke. Some bright, some dark and… Continue reading What do you see in the sea? Birthdays and babies…
I cried this morning when I read Eva Wiseman's "Up Front" editorial. Last year in the UK more than 1.4 million domestic violence assaults against women were recorded. Add to this the 126 women killed by men in 2012, the 143 in 2013 and the 150 in 2014 and the facts are utterly shocking. The… Continue reading The Femicide Census & @10womeneveryweek, statistics that need to end.
The snowdrops have blossomed in the garden. Their little heads are bowed, almost provocatively, so they are either shy or coy, regardless, they are breathtakingly eye catching so objective achieved. They don't need to straighten their neck and shoulders to catch us in the eye as they compel us to drop to our knees, the… Continue reading snowdrop valentine
This morning's news has made for harrowing reading. A glaring article in the Observer by Kevin McKenna examining the vast social and health inequalities in Glasgow, focusing on Cranhill, reveals the sheer scale of unacceptable deprivation on our doorstep. It's an in-depth piece charting decline back to deindustrialisation, placing some of the blame of the… Continue reading anything but quirky; finding a voice for women & children
It's spring in Ireland. It kicks in like clockwork on the 1st of February, St Brigid's day, the spring season running from February to April. I'm in Ireland to greet its impatient arrival, on Rathlin, at my home in Mullindress. And here it is, summoned, the spring peering from a burrow like a rabbit outthinking… Continue reading springtime on Rathlin